Excerpt - The Tinsal Deck:
In the hill country, far beyond the Merripens and their landscaped garden, up in the slopes where mist hangs, the kind that Terra favours for romance and inspiration, there is a stone hut hidden amongst other stones, shaded by trees great and leafy all year. Unless you know of it, you will not find it.
Nearby, a waterfall tumbles into the wide river below, its thunderous cacophony serving to conceal the inadvertent noises which accompany habitation.
An ancient axe hangs above the skewed lintel, but its edge, upon close inspection, is revealed as sharp. Clearly someone does not trust to isolation alone.